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Sarah just waits for the possible action she’s going to see. “I am ready to leave!“
5 successes Sarah nods. “Greetings Master!“ she says and bows.
Sarah is completely overwhelmed as she has never experienced something like this before! Therefore, she will seem more quite because she is one of the lowest ranking team members!
Sarah is puzzled and remains silent after such a spectacle.
Sarah, who'd been observing quietly, stepped into the conversation with a bow after the approval. “Councilor Wyncham, I understand and acknowledge your jurisdiction over the East. However, the grandeur of our goal here transcends any single domain. The establishment of a Chantry within mainland China, where our presence has been noticeably absent, opens doors to understanding and resources previously untapped. It offers a platform of growth, knowledge, and influence that spans beyond regional boundaries!“ She shifts her gaze to Xavier. “Councilor Xavier, the threat of a hostile territory is indeed daunting. Yet it is not insurmountable. I believe it is through facing such challenges that we truly evolve and grow stronger. And the defenses we would establish would be invaluable, a beacon of Tremere might in an uncharted territory!“ She looks at the team. “In the end, the decision lies with the council. I merely urge a broader perspective, one that acknowledges risks but also appreciates the potential rewards. As the saying goes, fortune favors the brave!“
Also Sarah raises a hand but of course waits to be called as she does not dare to speak directly.
Sarah does not believe that speaking without permission is adequate so she remains silent.
Sarah bows and then kneels. "I am Sarah. My area of specialty lies in using my magical skills mainly for combat. I My journey has taken me far and wide, allowing me to see the world and the secret places that our clan holds in trust. It's an honor to be in the presence of the Council of Seven." She takes a step back, allowing for others to introduce themselves.
Sarah takes a moment to soak in the significance of the room, the history, and the presence of the mighty Etrius. With a respectful bow of her head she steps forward slightly from the group and her gaze focuses on Etrius. "It is an honor to stand before you, Etrius, a member of the Council of Seven." she begins. "I stand ready to assist in whatever capacity required of me for the success of this endeavor! If it is the will of the Council of Seven and yourself then I am more than willing to embark on this journey and to face whatever challenges that may arise and make a name for myself within the Clan." She pauses. "I am humbled to be part of the Spear of Celestyn and I commit to upholding the honor and the values of our Clan in every task we undertake." With that said, Sarah steps back.
Sarah watched the cloaked figure carefully, curiosity piqued as each individual was addressed. She found herself mildly surprised, and somewhat flattered, by the mysterious figure's assessment of her abilities. She was, however, careful not to let this show on her face. After all, no good came from revealing all your emotions.
As the men introduce themselves, Sarah's eyes flit over each in turn and her gaze is cool but not unfriendly. After Marcus Townshend's introduction, Sarah finally breaks her silence. She steps forward, her voice a measured cadence that carries clearly through the winter night. “Gentlemen, a pleasure to meet each one of you. I am Sarah Cordon! And like Dr. Townshend here, I find myself similarly in the dark about our unusual gathering. A mystery within our ranks is intriguing, don't you think?“ She pauses and offers each man a faint smile. “It seems we all have been selected for... something. The nature of which, I'm sure, will be revealed in due time. Until then, patience, gentlemen. I have learned that it is a virtue our kind must cultivate generously!“ She regards the locked entrance of the church. “But let's hope our host doesn't test that patience for too long in this chill!“
Prologue : Sarah considers this new information with a frown. The mystery deepens, adding a layer of intrigue that makes the assignment even more enticing. “An anonymous request... assembling several acolytes... this does indeed sound out of the ordinary!“ Her gaze sharpens, and her voice lowers to a thoughtful murmur. “Very well, Claas, consider me intrigued. I'll prepare myself for this task. The anonymity of the request does add an element of danger, but it also presents a chance to show what I'm capable of. So, when do we start?“
Prologue : Sarah's expression is guarded as she absorbs Claas's words. “Recognition within the clan could be a double-edged sword, but if it is a chance to prove my worth, I won't shy away from it!“ She pauses. “The Sabbat have been a thorn in our side for far too long. If this assignment can help in subduing them, or at least diverting their attention, it will be a worthy cause! I'll accept the challenge. Wherever this Elder wants to send me, I'll go. Just tell me when and where I need to be!“ Deep down, she knows that this could be a pivotal moment in her unlife. It's a risk, but one she's willing to take. “Anything else you would like to tell me? Or any other agenda I should be aware of?“
Sarah Cordon, despite the chilling weather, does not feel the cold. She stands tall with a purposeful air that keeps her from slumping against the wet onslaught. Her once-beautiful face is half-covered by burn scars which is a permanent reminder of her sire's cruel lesson in humility. Her eyes flicker with a bitter determination. Sarah's small stature and visible age is deceptive. She is compact and light on her feet, her movements fluid and stealthy so that she often blends into the background and is unnoticed by most. Clad in a dark overcoat, she wears fitted dress and sturdy boots. Her countenance is now marked by a hardness born of survival. Sarah approaches the Prime Chantry and her mind churns with anticipation. She understands the significance of this call and the long journey to the heart of Tremere power in Vienna isn't one that's made lightly. Despite her troubled past, she has earned her place within the Clan. She’s been through torpor, she's experienced the loss of her beauty, and she's been in the throes of uncontrollable hunger. These experiences have been traumatic but they have hardened her into a weapon ... one that the Tremere Clan has learned to value. As Sarah steps into the Prime Chantry, she’s ready to face whatever special assignment the Elder has in store for her.
Thanks a lot ST. Changes sound great!! Noted. :-D
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